"So this is a dictionary?" Becky looked at the book in her hands. Atleast, she thought her name was Becky. She had to trust whatever she believed in from these kids that surrounded her.

But it seemed to her like she got to know more about THEM than herself. First, she could tell that Isabella had a crush on the little red-haired boy. And also the blonde haired girl said she was her best friend. She seemed shy but very nice. There was also this one kid in the group nicknamed "Scoops". Becky thought he was a jerk! He seemed to care little about her memory and more about some story he was writing about for his school newspaper. But wasn't this Summer?

"Yes." The red haired boy told her.

"Please let her remember how to read." Isabella crossed her fingers as Becky opened the book.

" 'Aardvark' " Becky read. " 'noun- a large, nocturnal, burrowing mammal, Orycteropus afer, of central and southern Africa, feeding on ants and termites and having a long, extensile tongue, strong claws, and long ears.' " Becky thought of a small memory, someone being called an aardvark in tights. But she couldn't remember who said that, or who they were talking about.

"Well?" Phineas asked. "Do you remember anything?"

"Someone being called an aardvark in tights." Becky mumbled.

"I don't get it!" Buford yelled. "We wasted this whole day trying to give this girl amnesia, whatever that is, and now we're reading a boring dictionary!"

Phineas smiled. "Hey, I have an idea! Becky, Buford doesn't know what 'amnesia' means!"

Becky looked confused. Then she stared at the dictionary. "Oh, I get it..." But instead of defining the word, she picked up the dictionary. "Here you go Buford."

"No! It's hopeless!" Irving yelled. "But, you and Ferb can do something right Phineas?"

"We tried." Phineas shrugged. "Oh well, maybe tomorrow she'll just remember everything."

"Speaking of tomorrow," Isabella mentioned. "Where are her parents." As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. A man, woman, little boy that looked like he was about seven, and a monkey in a diaper showed up. "Hello." The woman said. "We're looking for Becky Botsford, our daughter. Is she still here?"

Isabella looked at the floor. Oh boy. She would have to be the one to tell Becky's (aka, WORDGIRL's) parents that she gave their daughter amnesia. Even worse, Becky walked over to the door.

Maybe Becky can help us pull it off Isabella thought. Until she gets her memory back.

"Becky, your parents and your brother are here." Isabella said. "And, um, is that your pet monkey?"

"Yep!" Mr. Botsford said. "His name is Bob!"

"Eek, Eek!" Bob shrieked happily at Becky.

"Hi Bob!" Becky walked over and shook Bob's hand. "Nice to meet you." Bob looked puzzled. Meet you?

"Okey Becky, it's time to go!" Mrs. Botsford said. Becky realized these must be her parents, and figured she might as well go with them.